Might as well just stand in poop after the day we're having I guess.
She enters the forest, which quickly becomes dense and dark. She finds herself turned around without sign of the cow, surrounded by huge mossy trees covered in mushrooms, lush ferns, and tall bushes.
Frustrated, she begins to talk to herself. “Where the fu–” she’s cut short by an unpleasant squish under her foot. “...Ah.”
She’s landed in a fresh cow pie - but at least it’s shown her to a trail leading to a bright spot in the trees. Perhaps a clearing waits ahead.